I caught you disguised as a man with a mustache
Selling secrets to a canned tomato
Don't you think that I get lonely too?

Tulip Baroo, Tulip Baroo

I don't know what to make of you
You're in charge of every coup
That the feds set out to do
Tulip Baroo, Tulip Baroo
There's an island off of Spain
Where it's snowing out of season
And they claim its cause of you
Tulip Baroo